A/N: Hey, look, domestic Huntbastian? Whaat? More shit to come in chapters ahead, this one is fluffy and a little bit sexy.
Chapter Twenty:
"'You can't deny, we have chemistry,' Sebastian said, smirking. 'He doesn't even know what we did before he transferred. All those nights, we were here alone…' 'Nothing happened those nights," Hunter said, pointedly, as if trying to remind Sebastian of a story they'd agreed on. Sebastian smirked wickedly. 'Right, nothing. I don't know about you, but showering together is not nothing.' 'That was one time,' Hunter protested. 'It was more than one time,' Sebastian said. 'All those nights in your bed, all those stolen kisses.' 'I–' Hunter began, intent on denying it. 'You can tell your stories to anyone else, but I know the truth,' Sebastian drawled."
"This is nice," Sebastian murmured happily. "We should have been doing this for weeks."
"I don't get enough sleep as it is, Bas," Hunter said.
"So skip your run," Sebastian said, smiling. "One day. It won't kill you."
"Nope, can't," Hunter said. "Practice, 10:00." He kissed Sebastian one last time before he rolled out of bed. Sebastian smiled to himself, hunkering back into the blankets. It was warm where Hunter had been laying. They hadn't slept at all that night, just talking and kissing, mostly kissing. Sebastian was glad he was lazy and non-religious. He couldn't imagine getting up to go to church at 8am, let alone getting up at five to go for a run before church. Hunter was the weirdest person Sebastian had ever met, and shaping up to be a good roommate after all.
Hunter left for his run and Sebastian lay there in Hunter's bed. It was so domestic, the cuddling, the sharing, the kissing… But he liked it. He'd always liked it.
Sebastian grudgingly got up after a few minutes, pulled on a t-shirt to add to the sweatpants he was already wearing (at Hunter's request), then went next door and knocked on Nick and Jeff's door, forgetting momentarily what time it was.
He knocked again.
Finally, Jeff came to the door, opening it, yawning, a blanket around his waist.
"Sebastian, it's too early. What do you want?" Jeff moaned.
"Tell him to go away," Nick mumbled.
"It's important," Sebastian said, shoving his way into the room.
"You and Hunter aren't as quiet as you think you are," Nick mumbled. "If you're going to talk about it, can I only pretend to listen? Your boyfriend is a freak who makes practice way too early in the morning."
"You used to have 9:30 rehearsals on Sunday," Sebastian pointed out.
"We were in the competition crunch," Nick replied, rolling over. Sebastian dumped some things that used to have their home on top of Nick's desk on the floor so he could sit on it. "You're a dick, you know that?"
"You love it," Sebastian said. "And Hunter's not my boyfriend."
"I think what you were doing last night contradicts that," Nick replied.
"Never mind about that," Sebastian said. "Just don't tell anyone, especially Thad, Hunter will shoot me. We're choosing the songs for Sectionals, today."
"We are?" Jeff asked. "Who's getting the solos?"
"I am," Sebastian said, shooting a frown at Jeff. "Obviously. We're up against the New Directions."
"You couldn't beat them last year, what makes you think you can this year?" Nick asked.
"They lost their power," Sebastian said. "Rachel Berry is gone, we have Blaine again–"
"Excuse me, what?" Nick asked, finally sitting up, almost knocking Jeff off the bed as he did so.
"Oh, Blaine's transferring back," Sebastian said. "I thought you knew everything about transfers."
"Haven't been keeping track, we don't have room for any more dumbasses," Nick said.
"Can we please, focus?" Sebastian asked. "We're picking the songs for Sectionals today."
"So?" Nick asked.
"So, you're the councilmember in charge of song selection, and I'm not sure Hunter knows it," Sebastian said.
"I can make sure he knows it without you waking me at 5:30 in the morning," Nick said, gritting his teeth. "What are we doing?"
"I thought the three of us had a secret underground council going on?" Sebastian asked.
"Why don't you just ask your boyfriend to give you control back?" Nick asked. "I'm sure he'd be more than happy to."
"He's not my boyfriend, would you stop it?" Sebastian sighed. "If you two don't want a say in song selection, then, fine, I'll go back to bed. I am getting pretty tired."
"I don't care anymore," Nick said. "I just don't care. I've fought against you for far too long, and I'm just tired of it. Do whatever you want, I have no fucks left to give. I have no energy to fight any longer. Whatever you want." Sebastian stared at the pair of them. Nick was sitting on the bed in his boxer shorts, looking exhausted and sleep rumpled. Jeff, next to him, had his arm around his boyfriend's back, head on his shoulder, eyes shut as if he was sleeping. Actually, he might have fallen back asleep. Then, without warning, Sebastian got up from the desk where he'd been sitting, walked out the door, and didn't stop until he was back in his own room. He shut the door and leaned against it. Something was wrong.
Something was wrong.
Had Hunter been abducted by aliens and been replaced with a low-paid, easily-swayed gay imposter?
Possibly.
The more likely answer was Hunter was trying to convince himself as much as Sebastian and the others that he wasn't even remotely bicurious.
Sebastian shot a look at the clock. 5:45. How did time manage to pass so fast? He needed to get some sleep. His eyes were starting to refuse to stay open, and if he forced them now, he'd hit his second (or was it third at this point?) wind, then he wouldn't be able to sleep all day. Sebastian stumbled to his bed, and fell asleep the second his head hit his pillow.
Hunter came back into the room, whistling Stars and Stripes Forever around 6:45. Sebastian jolted awake just as Hunter stripped off his shirt and threw it with practiced accuracy into the dirty clothes hamper.
"Hunter," Sebastian breathed. Hunter turned to look at Sebastian, then smiled.
"What are you doing awake? Go back to sleep, you need it," Hunter cooed, taking his track pants off as well, then disappearing into the bathroom in just his boxers.
"No, I'm good," Sebastian said, following Hunter into the bathroom at a much slower, exhausted pace. Hunter was already in the shower. This was treading a line Sebastian didn't know if he wanted to cross yet. "Hunter, I need to know what you expect from last night."
"What are you talking about?" Hunter asked, poking his head around the shower curtain.
"Last night," Sebastian said.
"Oh," Hunter replied. "Sorry, I can barely hear you with the water running."
"This is actually really important to both of us," Sebastian sighed, rubbing his eyes a little more to get the sleep out of them.
"Can we talk about it later? I really need to get clean in a hurry," Hunter said, returning to his shower.
"No, we don't have time later," Sebastian said, taking his shirt off. "We're talking now, whether you like it or not." He stepped out of his sweats and boxers, then took a deep breath and charged through the shower curtain.
Hunter looked like no one had ever had the audacity to climb into the shower with him before. And no one probably had.
"Don't freak out, it's just like gym showers only… smaller," Sebastian said. "I'm not even looking, I don't care, I just want to talk. I assume you can hear me fine now."
"Y-yes," Hunter stuttered.
"Don't act like you've never seen me naked before," Sebastian said, rolling his eyes. And it wasn't the first time, no, when Hunter had first moved in, it had taken a while for Sebastian to remember that he couldn't walk around naked anymore, and Hunter had interrupted more than a few of Sebastian's attempted hookups. "Last night, what the hell was that?"
"It was just a night," Hunter shrugged.
"And now it never happened, is that what you're trying to tell me?" Sebastian asked.
"Not – not never happened," Hunter said. "It happened between us. But no one else has to know."
"Your secret's safe with me," Sebastian said. "Was, uh, was last night something you were considering continuing?"
"Can we please talk when I get back from mass?" Hunter asked. "I don't know what to think right now."
"Okay," Sebastian said, grabbing a bottle of shampoo from his side of the tub.
"What are you doing?" Hunter asked.
"Washing my hair," Sebastian said. "That's what you do in the shower." Hunter blinked a few times, then dropped the subject altogether. They continued their shared shower in shared silence until finally Hunter turned off the water, pulled back the curtain and grabbed a green towel. "Hunter, wait a sec."
"Huh?" Hunter asked, turning back to Sebastian. Sebastian smiled, then crashed their lips together once more. Hunter smiled too.
"That's nice," Sebastian said. "This is nice."
"Yeah, it is," Hunter admitted. He smiled some more and made his way into the bedroom to get dressed for church. Sebastian grabbed his own blue towel and followed him.
"Can I come with you?" Sebastian asked.
"To… mass?" Hunter asked.
"Yeah," Sebastian said.
"If you really want to," Hunter said.
"Yeah, I do," Sebastian said. "And then I want breakfast."
"Wow, this is new," Hunter remarked. "Did I press a button? What's next, you're going to dress in drag and do the hula?"
"Was that a serious question or are you poking fun at my resemblance to Timon?" Sebastian asked. Hunter just grinned.
"Get dressed, there's a reason people say 'Sunday best'," Hunter said.
"I must say, I was surprised you weren't smited the second you crossed the threshold," Hunter said as they drove back to Dalton after church. "But I was impressed at your ability to sit, stand, and kneel in a polite manner without throwing a fit."
"Kneeling is one of my favorite activities," Sebastian smirked.
"I cannot believe you just said that," Hunter said, shaking his head.
"I can't believe you actually know what I'm talking about," Sebastian said. "Lame as you are."
"It's lamé," Hunter said absently.
"And funnily enough, that's not the gayest thing you've ever said," Sebastian said.
"I'm not gay," Hunter said, sighing.
"Right, I usually kiss guys for a few hours and come out of it a bit straighter than I went in," Sebastian said, sarcastically. "Well. I don't usually kiss anyone for longer than a few minutes."
"I don't… I don't want to be," Hunter said.
"Then you don't have to be!" Sebastian replied. "You can be whatever you want, I guess, never really thought about it, but you have to be honest with yourself. I know that you like me, and that's great, but I like Blaine, even if it won't work out with him, so I just want to know what you want out of this so I don't end up hurting you."
"I'm not expecting anything real, if that's what you wanted to know," Hunter said. "I don't want anything. We both know each other's secrets now, we've got nothing to hide. I think it just boils down to we've both got a new best friend."
"Best friends don't shower together," Sebastian pointed out.
"Nick and Jeff do," Hunter retorted.
"Nick and Jeff have been dating since they were kids," Sebastian said. "I don't do dating."
"I'd rather not date you," Hunter agreed.
"So we forget this ever happened and just be friends?" Sebastian asked.
"Something wrong with that?" Hunter asked.
"It was just nice, that's all," Sebastian said. "I enjoyed the… closeness."
"I can't… I can't say I want to continue it," Hunter said. "But…"
"You wouldn't mind, if you got the chance," Sebastian said. "Yeah, I can see that. Like I said, you're very easy to read."
"We don't have time to stop for breakfast, if you're still hungry we can go through a drivethru," Hunter said in response.
"Burger King, I guess," Sebastian said, pointing up ahead. "Do they still have cini-minis?"
"Warblers, order, please," Sebastian called, banging the gavel. It was the first official council meeting since he'd been promoted to head of the Council. "We are gathered here at esteemed Councilor and Captain Clarington's request. Hunter?"
"Sectionals, gentlemen," Hunter said. "I believe we have been graced with a theme."
"Yes, it came in the mail yesterday," Nick said. "The theme is… foreigner."
"Lame," Sebastian said, rolling his eyes.
"Lamé," Hunter corrected.
"Gay," Sebastian retorted. Hunter's expression hardened and Nick cleared his throat.
"I was thinking we could do some foreign artists, possibly British… the Beatles, the Stones, the Clash, the Who…" Nick suggested. "Queen. Pink Floyd. All the greatest rock and roll artists were from Britain."
"Adele!" Trent exclaimed.
"One Direction," Jeff sang quietly, his fingers crossed.
"Or Latin music is hot now too, Shakira, Ricky Martin…" Nick continued.
"I know exactly what song we should lead with," Sebastian said with a smirk. "And I think Hunter should sing it."
"Do tell," Hunter said, unimpressed.
"Whistle, by Flo-Rida," Sebastian said. Many of the Warblers laughed.
"Why is that funny?" Hunter asked.
"Have you heard the song?" Thad said.
"Of course I have," Hunter retorted.
"The lyrics?" Thad asked.
"What about them?" Hunter asked.
"It's about blowjobs," Thad said. Hunter actually turned a little pink and looked at the table.
"I feel like I just corrupted Blaine's innocence all over again," Thad said.
"Is Flo Rida even Latino?" someone asked.
"I thought he was black," someone else replied.
"And for our other song, which I think I should sing, because otherwise we're totally not going to have a shot in the dark," Sebastian said, "any one of those British things will do."
"Adele," Trent repeated, and began chanting it.
"I don't think I have the vocal chords to pull off Set Fire to the Rain, sorry, dear," Sebastian said to Trent.
"I bet Blaine would," Trent replied.
"One Direction," Jeff whined.
"Okay, One Direction," Sebastian said. "Nick and I did What Makes You Beautiful last year after Sectionals, that was a great hit, we could do that."
"No, no, no," Nick said. "That's my special song for Jeff. You are not singing it in the same performance as the least subtle song ever."
"One Thing?" someone suggested.
"Nah," Jeff said. "Live While We're Young."
"He's totally right," Trent said. "How badass would that intro sound? Am I right, Beats?" Beats nodded, grinning.
"Okay, it's settled," Sebastian said. "All Warblers opposed, motion passed. Onto bigger and better things, Warmups! And today, inspired by our foreigner theme and also what Hunter keeps saying when he picks me up from Scandals, Beats, hit it!"
They tried to make me go to rehab, but I said no, no, no
Yes, I been bad but when I come back you'll know, know, know
I ain't got the time, and if my daddy thinks I'm fine
He'd try to make me go to rehab, but I won't go, no, no
Didn't learn a lot in class
Cuz you know it don't come
In a shot glass
"And now vocal rehearsals until lunch," Hunter called.
"Buzzkill," Sebastian threw at Hunter with a laugh. Hunter smiled.
Everything went according to plan that day. Vocal rehearsal, choreography, even Sebastian's Lacrosse practice.
Shit did hit the fan, though, as Hunter and Sebastian returned to their dorm after dance rehearsals.
"What do you really think of the choreography?" Sebastian asked, just trying break the silence.
"It's good, yeah," Hunter said, seeming almost distracted.
"You okay?" Sebastian asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine," Hunter said. "I was just thinking about tomorrow, when Blaine walks through those double doors again. I'm going to lose everything."
"Baby, it'll all be worth it," Sebastian said with a small smile.
"Don't – don't call me baby," Hunter said.
"Just checking," Sebastian replied. "C'mon, it'll be worth it. Blaine is the best talent in the state. We're taking this team straight to the top. Which, coincidentally is where I like to be." He winked.
"That was bad, that was a bad one," Hunter said.
"Well, yeah, but you liked it," Sebastian smirked. "This is going to be fun, Hunt, an adventure. I haven't had a good roommate in years."
"A good roommate being defined as someone who wants to be friends with benefits with you?" Hunter asked.
"Well… yeah," Sebastian shrugged. "That's basically what we decided earlier, wasn't it?" Hunter looked at Sebastian, who was halfway out of his uniform, just his pants and tie left.
"Put some sweats on and get in bed," Hunter instructed, doing the same. Sebastian smirked. Far too easy. "But I am not. and I mean it, blowing your whistle." Sebastian actually laughed at that.
"No, I wouldn't expect you to, dear, that's sort of my area of expertise," he smirked, continuing to change his clothes.
Nick leaned back from the listening wall, a bit overwhelmed. Jeff was clutching his sides, rolling on the floor, silently laughing.
"Do we like them together?" Nick asked.
"Yes," Jeff said, still laughing. "Anyone but Blaine."
"Anyone but Blaine," Nick echoed. "Blaine is under my protection."
"Is he – is he–" Jeff began, but choked on his laughs. He laughed a few more times, then sat up, panting. "Is he a level five established Warbler?"
"He might be," Nick said, folding his arms.
"And that would make you the Predator, the Oncoming Storm, the Destroyer of Worlds?" Jeff asked. "And me your dashingly handsome Rose Tyler?"
"Yes," Nick agreed. "But really, Hunter? And Sebastian? Two nights in a row? That makes it a thing. Thad will have a field day."
"We can't tell Thad!" Jeff exclaimed.
"Why not? Hunter will be ruined, Sebastian will fall even further, putting the two of us back on top, and with Blaine transferring tomorrow…" Nick said.
"Sebastian has Blaine right in his little pocket," Jeff said. "Sounds counterintuitive, but he does."
"Well… we could let Sebastian know in a very unsubtle way that we know," Nick suggested.
"That sounds an awful lot like blackmail to me," Jeff said. "And we don't do that."
"Then what are we going to do?" Nick asked.
"Hope for the best, I think," Jeff said, sighing.
A/N: High five to people who catch the Spectacular! jokes i throw in these things.
I hope 'my' Hunter makes sense to everyone? Because I love my version so much I just want to cuddle him. And I hope my characterizations of the other people make sense to you too, but mostly just Hunter.
If you like Huntbastian, why don't you leave me a review? If you don't like Huntbastian, why don't you leave me a review? If you're still mad about that whole JeffandSebastian fiasco from like ten million chapters ago, why don't you leave me a review?
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Samantha.